Mercenaries and Adventurers

Kil rode on horseback and let the blood-licking grass trot close to the group of bandits blocking the trade road in front.

He didn't expect that while he hadn't attacked yet, the messy bandits in front of him didn't take him seriously and took the initiative to attack him.

Most of the bandits rushing towards him at this time were young people who were a few years older than him. At most, they were wearing a few extra clothes that were found from nowhere besides the clothes originally worn by farmers. They were not even new. Several old pieces of clothing were worn layer by layer on the body, and in his hands were some worn-out swords that did not reflect much in the sun.

Just a few familiar friends formed a small group and strode toward him in a chaotic formation.

It looked like he wanted to chop him and his animal companions down with those broken swords.

Is there any mistake?

The corners of Keir's lips curled up, and he chuckled in a low voice. Even if he stood still and let them chop him, these people couldn't do anything to him. Why did these people think that they could capture him with a larger number of people?

Not to mention that there are no large-scale projectile weapons. If they want to fight enemies on horseback, these people don't think they can catch up with four legs with two legs, right?

No way? No way?

"Give them some looks! Blood-licking grass! Fight! Fight!"

Kil shouted and clamped his legs on the horse's belly, causing the horse to gallop forward and stop moving at a trot.

The two sides faced each other, face to face, and quickly approached each other. The war horses galloped on the trade road, making the sound of heavy hoofbeats. The power was far more powerful than the slogans and swear words shouted by the young bandits who rushed towards them.

Some guys who had not been carried away by the bandit leader's empty promises had already noticed something was wrong at this time, but their companions who were attacking and running around them did not stop. Those who felt something was wrong could not turn around and could only feel uneasy. Breathing heavily, he followed with a worried look on his face.

Kil looked at the bandits getting closer and closer, and with his right hand he touched the all-metal double-edged spear on the weapon rack behind him, but he hesitated and did not take off the weapon.

He then touched the long hunting sword hanging on his left waist. This spiritual weapon was quite excited at this time and was trembling slightly in the scabbard, waiting for its owner to pull it out to kill the enemy. But Kil still hesitated and did not pull out the sword.

"What should I do? I really don't want to kill anyone. The enemy will die if I touch him like this. I have to blame him for it, and he will pester me in my dreams for # ￥ # ."

Kil cursed in dissatisfaction, but his eyes cleverly turned, and he glanced down at the blood-licking grass who was charging hard at this moment, wearing a full set of horse armor, and he had an idea in his mind.

"Good partner, good partner, I'm counting on you today!"

Kil shouted at the horse's ears that were swaying in the galloping of the blood-licking grass. He then grabbed the armor handle behind the horse's neck with one hand to steady his body, and pulled the reinforced and thickened reins of the horse with the other hand, and began to adjust the direction of the horse's running. .

He did not let the war horse run straight into the front where the enemy was most numerous. Instead, he pulled the reins and let the war horse run towards the side corners of the enemy crowd.

Amidst the roaring sound of horse hooves galloping and trampling, the blood-licking grass sensed its master's instructions and obediently adjusted its direction and rushed toward the enemy.

On the main trade roads and the wasteland outside the roads, low gravel walls of up to half a meter high are sometimes built close to the villages. At this time, the blood-licking grass jumped up with all its strength while running, and jumped directly across the road where the horses pulled the cart. A low, impassable stone wall.

The next moment, when the huge horse's hoof with a horseshoe fixed at the bottom fell to the ground, it crushed large pieces of soft wasteland soil outside the trade road and splashed up. The soft and dry soil splashed out like muddy water, hitting the nearby shrubs and flowers. They trembled wildly, and flowers and leaves smashed to the ground.

"Lulu Lu——"

With an excited neigh, the blood-licking grass, under the control of Kil, rushed straight towards the guy on the edge of the bandits. This man was so frightened that he even forgot to dodge or move forward. He held an old dagger in his hand like a broken wooden stick, and he was completely overwhelmed by the rush. The knights and horses were frightened.

"Ah?? Ah————"

As soon as the man screamed, the heavy war horse that rushed towards him hit him hard, making a muffled sound.

The bandit's head and chest hit the front metal breastplate of Blood Licker. There was a crisp sound, but most of the young man's head was shattered by the impact, and there was also a strange and ominous sound of ribs and sternum breaking in his chest. There was a sound, and the neck was immediately stretched and tightened by the force under the heavy blow, and then twisted in a full circle as the head turned, and the whole person died immediately.

With a roar, the blood-licking grass continued to run forward, and the young man who was killed by it just now was like a rag doll that no one wanted and no one loved. He was thrown horizontally several meters away and fell to the ground on the lush grass. There was no movement in the bushes.

"Ah~?"

Many bandits were looking at the charging knight, and many of them even jumped in fright after seeing this brutal scene.

Some of the 'brave' young people with stern and restrained looks even lost their legs, tripped over their left foot and fell to the ground.

"I'm furious!!!"

When the fat bandit leader saw this, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and growled out these words. Because he was still about a hundred meters away from the young bandits who were rushing in front of him. It was clear that the knight did not draw his weapon at all. Facing the attacking bandits, he only drove his horses and killed his men alive. !

Why do you look down on them?

"Give that arrogant knight some pain! Beast-hunting hand axe, on!"

The bandit leader roared angrily, and then no longer led others to wait behind him. Dozens of experienced bandits ran forward directly with him. As they ran, everyone pulled out a handful of palms from their lower backs. A slightly larger hand ax. In fact, this thing is a throwing ax, mainly used for throwing to kill enemies.

These people rushed forward quickly, wading through the bushes and flowers everywhere, separated from left to right, trying to outflank the arrogant and careless knight from left to right who was riding his horse to hurt people.

Gill had a good view while riding on horseback, and he saw these menacing bandits as soon as he turned his head. Each of these people dressed themselves in strange shapes, and they looked more like bandits who robbed trade routes and committed murders than the young bandits running around Kiel at this time.

His eyes were very good, and even though he was riding a horse and moving at high speed, he still saw that many bandits were holding a hatchet that reflected sunlight in their right hand.

"Throwing axe? Ha, you can get it for me to use."

Kil pulled the reins again, letting the blood-licking grass knock away a young bandit who just ran away with his head in his hands.

This guy was a little unlucky. The others were at most seriously injured when they were knocked away. This guy was lucky. He happened to fly forward when he was hit. Therefore, he was heavily stepped on by the blood-licking grass that passed by after he fell to the ground. .

You must know that at this time, the war horse itself and the Kiel on its back are all neatly armed and weigh more than one ton. At this time, the horse's hooves stepped heavily on the unfortunate guy's abdomen while running. The guy's internal organs burst out of his belly and dyed the lower part of the blood-licking grass' armor red.

"Good guy."

Hearing the sound, Kil knew what had happened. He let out a sigh, then pulled the reins and knocked another person away. As the horse galloped past, he bent down and reached out to pick up a young bandit who had escaped death.

This guy was trying to escape for his life, but he flew up from the ground with a roar, and was caught in mid-air on the side of the horse by Kil with one hand.

The sudden change scared him so much that he screamed and didn't know what to do.

He was swinging his arms wildly and hitting him with broken knives and old swords. He also kicked the knight behind him with both legs.

Keir accidentally kicked this man on his body. It was fine, but it didn't look good. The people and armed people in the distance were still looking at him from a distance, which was not okay.

Damaging the image.

Then Kil turned the man around and 'gently' bumped the man's head against the metal spike on his shoulder. The young bandit immediately calmed down with his face covered in blood.

It's good to be young, sleep when you want.

Using the reins to control the direction of the war horse, Kil circled a semicircle and charged diagonally towards the real bandits.

He glanced at the bandits and then focused on their leader.

The fat bandit leader also stared hard at the knight who came over and shouted loudly: "Throw! Kill him!!!"

Momentum is what is needed in a battle, and it doesn’t matter whether half of the people’s throwing axes will miss the target because the distance is too far. The leader of the bandits takes the lead and takes the lead while roaring, using the power of his long strides to run. With forward momentum, he swings his right arm to spin and throw out his flying ax.

Following his cry, the surrounding men also used skillful throwing movements to throw their throwing axes in the direction of the knight.

Whisper, swish, swish, just for a moment, a large number of reflective weapons that reflected the sun's rays overhead were thrown and spun around. It's like a steel butterfly flying gracefully in the blink of an eye, or like a deadly death wielding a metal sickle, preparing to harvest life.

Kil's eyes widened, and he himself was shocked by this scene. To be honest, with such power and quantity of throwing axes, without qualified defense, the baron's army would have left dozens of people behind when they encountered it. Human casualties.

Of course, the throwing distance of the throwing ax is a big flaw, and it can only be used before short-hand combat. Facing the crossbow in the hands of the Kendall County militia, there is no chance to use it in a formal battle.

Most of them will be shot into hedgehogs and porcupines by a series of crossbow arrows before they even get close.

The throwing axes used by the bandits were specially designed and trained to fight against the beasts and monsters in the mountains and forests when they were avoiding capture.

No matter how difficult the mysterious monster or the cunning ferocious beast is, the bandits will just throw a large piece of ax out. Afterwards, only some flesh and blood fragments of the original monster can be found in the collision debris of the throwing ax. The whole corpse is basically Can't be found.

This shows that the power of this flying ax is amazing.

But Kil is not a monster or beast that fights based on instinct. When he glanced at these bandits before, he could see what these people were planning to do. So when the bandits took out their hand axes and flew towards him, the unlucky young bandit who was 'quietly resting' in Kil's hand was also thrown towards the oncoming group of flying axes.

The two met and collided in the air, and the next moment there was the tragic sound of flesh and blood being smashed and cut, accompanied by broken human bodies scattered on the ground, and many flying axes falling to the ground after consuming a wave of force.

Kil saw that most of the throwing axes thrown by the bandits could not reach him and his horse. Among all the throwing axes, only a small number of bandits close to him and some strong bandits standing in the center of the bandit team could throw them at him. this distance.

Therefore, when Kil threw the young bandit to intercept the flying ax in mid-air, what he intercepted was this wave of throwing axes that posed a major threat.

Puff puff puff, the flying axes exhausted their strength and spun down to the ground, cutting off all the flowers and plants on the wasteland and breaking them into pieces. There were also a few throwing axes that were lucky enough to escape the young bandit's 'interception', and finally whirled towards Kiel.

The armor of the war horse was thick and strong, and it did not require much care or worry from Kiel. Therefore, facing these oncoming flying axes, Kiel saw the right moment and used the metal armor on his right forearm to clank in succession. Block, actively block these weapons that are not fast and loud.

"Huh, it's pretty awesome."

Kil praised and shook his right arm to block. At this time, his forearm was slightly numb, and the armor arm guard also left deep impact marks from the block. Steel is indeed much harder than the human body. A flying ax that can cut a human limb into two pieces at once can only leave some impact marks on the steel arm guard.

After surviving this wave of attacks, Kil continued to charge towards the bandits on horseback. These bandits were not afraid, perhaps knowing that fear was useless. They raised or drew out their original weapons and roared as they rushed forward.

Aren't knights' horses capable of knocking people to death and flying them away? So if there are so many of us rushing up together, how many can you deal with?

When the knights no longer have the impact speed and strength of their horses, they swarm around like ants, and their bites can even kill the knights.

"Kill!!!"

Kiel had rarely seen such ferocious bandits before. Of course, he would not let these bandits' plans go as he wished. He turned his horse's head and got out of the way of the oncoming bandits, only to catch a guy's machete from the edge of the crowd, and with him Then he got the bandit who was holding the weapon out of the crowd.

With a flick of his hand, the bandit who was clinging to his weapon was thrown in front of the horse. As soon as he landed, he was heavily trampled by the heavy horse hooves that followed.

Just like the person who had been stepped on before, this bandit allowed himself to be as fierce as possible. He struck the chest with a hoof, causing the entire chest to collapse and the abdomen to bulge.

"Ha, I didn't kill the person. Don't come to me at night!"

Kil laughed and slapped the war horse's neck.

"Tis with long ears!"

The fat bandit leader roared angrily, but the bandit trampled to death by the war horse was actually one of his petty leaders. But no matter how much he roared, he couldn't catch up. He ran towards the knight with all his strength, but watched helplessly as the knight rode farther and farther away from him on his horse.

But at this time, this knight enemy didn't even use any of the weapons he had with him, and dealt with them in a way that was almost humiliating and playful.

"Boss! Retreat! Retreat to the woods first. You can't fight this guy on the open ground!"

‘False Hands’ struggled to follow the bandit leader, seeing that this group of people, who were usually coaxing, couldn’t even do anything to deal with this knight enemy. This is not a solution. The opponent can completely trample them to death on this piece of land one by one by charging and trampling them back and forth.

Although the bandit leader is angry, he is a sensible person. He knows that the previous intelligence was wrong and that there is a knight enemy hidden in the refugee team that they can't deal with. Therefore, they must not fight forcefully at this time.

But he didn't want to give up the opportunity to eat this wave of refugees alone, even if he knew that this knight enemy was not something they could deal with.

Three different gangs of robbers eat a portion of meat. How can one be satisfied by eating a portion of meat alone?

Even though the piece of meat still seemed to be growing on the beast's body, they still had no way to capture the beast.

"Retreat! First retreat to the woods beside the trade road at the foot of the village, where you can avoid the knight's horses."

He shouted this, using an almost roaring method to reunite the chaotic bandits.

As the order to retreat was given, the young bandits who had been running away seemed to have finally recovered from their panic. They turned around and ran in the direction where the group came from.

At this time, they were running away, no, the speed of retreating and turning in was much faster than when they attacked before.

Some people turned their heads and looked behind them as they ran, fearing that they were being chased by an oncoming knight.

Some people didn't just run away, they used whatever they had at hand to throw various objects at the knights who were riding around to hurt people. However, these various things, including swords and weapons, were lucky enough to hit the knight. Apart from making some insignificant clanking sounds, they had no effect at all.

The fat bandit leader also wanted his men to pick up the throwing axes when they retreated, but Kiel, who was eyeing these throwing axes, drove them away on horseback. This scene made the bandit leader break into a cold sweat and realized why this knight was so strange.

It turned out that these throwing axes were focused on him and his bandits.

These weapons were all made by the blacksmiths he had kidnapped before, and they had spent several years building them in their original lair in the mountains and forests.

Of course, if several village blacksmiths did not consider their technical level, it would not have taken them so long to build dozens of special throwing axes. The main reason was that it was extremely difficult to replenish various supplies in the mountains and forests. They were all collected after bandit leaders occasionally went out to rob. , specifically sending people to nearby villages and towns to buy a little bit of materials every time and come back to build it.

They survived in the mountains and forests by relying on their bravery and cunning, as well as their increasing number of throwing axes. Good luck in not encountering particularly difficult monsters and Warcraft was also one of the reasons.

"We can't let that knight take away our things! Otherwise, why are we hanging around here if the news spreads?"

The bandit leader said this, but the surrounding subordinates and cronies only stayed with him, but no one had the courage to break out of their own team and go up to challenge the knight one on one.

Everyone understands that if they don't use their real skills, their side will be defeated and they can only 'retreat' and fight again.

It might be a bit difficult to go up and snatch back the dozens of flying axes that the knight is interested in?